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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.