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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.