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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.