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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.