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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.