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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.