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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.