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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.