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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
PIL,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.