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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Brick,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.