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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.