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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.