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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.