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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.