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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.