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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.