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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.