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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.