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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.