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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Wire,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.