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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.