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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
10cc,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.