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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.