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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Whodini,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Scientists,
X-101,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.