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 Poland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.