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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.