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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.