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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.