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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.