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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.