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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.