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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Suicide,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.