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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.