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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.