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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.