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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Scion,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.