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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Technova,
Smog,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.