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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
CMW,
June Days,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Fear,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Brick,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.