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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.