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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.