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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.