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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.