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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.