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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.