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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.