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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Monks,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.