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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.