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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.