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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.