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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.