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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
PIL,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.