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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.