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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.