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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Faust,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.