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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.