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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.