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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.