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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.