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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.