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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.