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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.