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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.