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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
UT,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.