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 Poland and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.