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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.