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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Scion,
AZ,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.