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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.