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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.