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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.