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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.