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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.