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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.