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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.