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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.