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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.