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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.