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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
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.