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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.