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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.