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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.