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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.