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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.