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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
UT,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.