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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.