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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Swans,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.