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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.