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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.