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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.