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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.