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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.