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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.