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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.