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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.