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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.