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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
ABC,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.