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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.