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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Echospace,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Index,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.