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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.