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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.