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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Slits,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.