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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.