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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.