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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.