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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Evens,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.