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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.