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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.