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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.