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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.