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 Romania and from London.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.