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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.