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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.