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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.