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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.