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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Names,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.