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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.