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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
10cc,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.