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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
ABC,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.