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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.