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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
The Names,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.