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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.