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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.