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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Monks,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.