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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.