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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.