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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.