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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.