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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Technova,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.