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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.