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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.