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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.