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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.