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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.