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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.