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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.