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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Motorama,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.