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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.