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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.