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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.