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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.