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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.