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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.