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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.