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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.