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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
June of 44,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.