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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.