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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.