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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.