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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Nas,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.