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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.