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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
John Holt,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.