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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.