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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.