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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.