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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.