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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.