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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.