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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.