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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Organ,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.