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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.