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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.