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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.