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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.