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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.