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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.