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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.