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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.