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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.