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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Names,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.