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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.