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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.