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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.