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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Gories to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.