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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.