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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.