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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.