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 Hungary 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.