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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.