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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.