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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.