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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.