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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Nico,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.