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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Urselle,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.