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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
X-102,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.