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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.