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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.