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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Swans,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.