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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.