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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.