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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.