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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.