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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.