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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Symarip,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.