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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.