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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.