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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.