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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.