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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.