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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
June Days,
Pole,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.