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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.