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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Subhumans 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.