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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Scientists,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.