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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.