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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.