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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.