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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.