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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Organ to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.