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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.