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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.