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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.