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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.