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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.