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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Gong 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.