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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.