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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
the Slits,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.