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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Nas,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.