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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.