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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.