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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.