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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.