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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.