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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.