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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.