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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.