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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 EPMD 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.