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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.