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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.