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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.