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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.