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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.