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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.