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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.