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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.