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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.