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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.