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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.