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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
cv313,
Fear,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.