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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.