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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.