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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.