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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.