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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.