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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.