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 Iran and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.