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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Television,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.