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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.