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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
DNA,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.