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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.