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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Pop Group to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.