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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.