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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Oneida,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.