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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.