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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Monks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.