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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.