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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.