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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.