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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.