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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.