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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.