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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
X-102,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Index,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.