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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.