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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.