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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.