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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.