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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
JFA,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.