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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.