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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.