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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Scion,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.