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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.