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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.