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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.