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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.