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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.