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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.