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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Magma,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Monks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.