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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.