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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faust to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.