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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.