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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.