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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Erasure,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.