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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.