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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.