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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
June Days,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.