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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.