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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.