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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.