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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.