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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.