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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.