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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.