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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.