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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Television,
cv313,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.