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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.