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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.