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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.