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 New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
June Days,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.