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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.