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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.