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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.