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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.