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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.