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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.