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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.