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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.