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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
ABC,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.