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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.