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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.