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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.