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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Nico,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.