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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.