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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.