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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
MDC,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.