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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.