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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.