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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.