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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.