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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.