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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.