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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.