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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.