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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.