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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.