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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.