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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.