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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.