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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
UT,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.