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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.