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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.