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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
DNA,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.