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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.