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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.