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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.