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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.