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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.