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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.