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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.