Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.