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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.