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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.