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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.