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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.