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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.