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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hutcherson to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.