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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.