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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.