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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.