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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.