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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.