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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.