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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
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.