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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.