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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.