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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.