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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.