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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.