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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.