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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.