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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.