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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.