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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Nas,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.