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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.