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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Index,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.