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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.