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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.