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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.