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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.