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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.