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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.