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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.