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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.