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 Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.