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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.