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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.