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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Wire,
Smog,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.