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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.