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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.