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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.