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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.