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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.