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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.