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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.