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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.