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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.