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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
MC5,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.