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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.