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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.