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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.