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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.