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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.