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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.