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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Technova,
Skarface,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.