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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Faust to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.