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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.