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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.