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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Make Up,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.