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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.