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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.