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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.