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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.