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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.