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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.