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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Monks,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.