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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.