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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.