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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.