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 Niger and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.