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 Libya and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.