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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.