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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.