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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.