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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.