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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.