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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
UT,
Pole,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Index,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.