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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.