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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.