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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.