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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.