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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.