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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.