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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.