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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.