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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.