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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.