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 Zambia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 marimba 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.