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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.