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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.