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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.