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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Model 500,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.