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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
JFA,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
cv313,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.