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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.