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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.