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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.