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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.