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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.