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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.