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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.