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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.