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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.