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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.