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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.