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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.