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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.