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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.