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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.