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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.