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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.