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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.