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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.