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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.