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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.