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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
UT,
Interpol,
Gong,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.