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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.