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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.