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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.