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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.