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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.