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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.