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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.