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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Brick,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
MDC,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.