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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.