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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Monks,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.