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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.