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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.