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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.