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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.