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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.