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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.