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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.