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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.