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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
MC5,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.