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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.