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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.