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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.