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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Brick,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.