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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.