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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.