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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Standells,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.