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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.