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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.