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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.