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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.