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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.