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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.