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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.