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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.