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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.