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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Monks,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.