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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.