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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.