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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.