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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Television,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.