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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Television,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.