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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.