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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.