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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.