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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.