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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.