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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Faust,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.