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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Magma,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.