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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.