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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Index,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.