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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.