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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.