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 Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.