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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.