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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.