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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.