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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.