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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.