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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.