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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.