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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.