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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.